Chen Ping's Sword-Chapter 44: Hidden Sword in the Sleeve, Flying Needles beneath the Blade

Chapter 44: Chapter 44: Hidden Sword in the Sleeve, Flying Needles beneath the Blade

Chang Sansi’s fist struck Chen Ping’s chest.

He felt a softness at his fingertips, as if his strength had dissipated into a void.

His arm surged forward, and he tried to power through to smash his opponent’s chest and abdomen.

Yet he was met with an overwhelming force that rebounded.

This made his punch ineffective; neither its shock nor penetration had any effect.

Though the opponent retreated after being hit, Chang Sansi’s whole body shook violently, forcing him back a step, losing the chance to pursue.

"What kind of fist technique is this, where the chest can be used to strike?"

Despite strong intent to kill, Chang Sansi couldn’t help but ask.

His expression became more serious.

A master knows by a single move if their opponent is skilled.

He specialized in close combat, fighting for life and death within a hair’s breadth; even opponents stronger by a level or two often ended up defeated.

The reason was naturally because of the "Silk Thread Puppetry," cultivated to defy the rigidity of human joints and launch surprise attacks.

The power was fierce, and moves were bizarre.

True warriors maintain a low profile and seldom leave behind a legendary name...

Many of Chang Sansi’s tricks couldn’t be openly displayed, hidden in action, calculating hearts and minds. Though contemptible, they ensured victory.

Ordinary people facing such techniques often lost before the fight had begun.

However, this young man in front of him had shockingly richer combat experience than himself.

Whether breaking a sudden arrow assault or avoiding trap ambushes, even against Chang Sansi’s strange attack techniques, he effortlessly countered and deflected... pulling off ingenious moves effortlessly, without the slightest struggle.

His level of battle experience rivaled his own.

With just a hint of a mustache, he seemed barely mature... Could it be he started fighting straight from the womb?

"You don’t understand."

Chen Ping dusted off his front with a reverse hand motion, shook his head, and sighed, "Walking, sitting, lying—all are martial arts. Every part of the body can strike... in my heart, it’s not just fists, palms, and swords that can kill. Every hair, every inch of skin is a weapon for killing."

Without experiencing the era of martial arts decline, one would never imagine.

There were those who, with meager strength, studied daily on how to use minimal effort and the most scientific and efficient methods to achieve the goal of harming opponents.

There, not only could a head strike, the chest and abdomen could too, even a butt could kill by sitting.

The utilization of the body reached a peak.

Legend has it there were those so bored they could kill flies with wrinkles on their face...

This could be understood when funds were low and every penny had to be spent wisely.

It’s nothing like the current world.

Here, Heaven and Earth Primordial Qi is plentiful enough to bathe in, with foods and herbs containing unimaginable energy.

Thus, strength grew rapidly, and reaching success in Qi cultivation became easy.

With greater power and a solid foundation, it could be squandered freely without concern.

Everyone is focused on breaking realms.

They won’t hone themselves to perfection at every realm or fully utilize their bodies. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

It’s all about overpowering with force.

It pales in comparison to Chen Ping’s decades of innate combat instincts honed in absolute adversity in his past life, purely for survival.

"Enough, Vice Incense Master Chang, I’ve seen your fist technique, It’s a good technique, but in your hands, it’s wasted. Less talk, now it’s time for you to hit the road!"

Before he finished speaking.

Chen Ping’s foot sank slightly, causing the ground to dent, as a ripple surged from foot to leg, waist to shoulder.

His body leaned forward, raising a fierce wind, charging towards Chang Sansi.

As he pulled the fist to his waist, it had already reached Chang Sansi’s face.

His two feet poised like a bow in front and arrow behind, the body thrust intensely forward, almost parallel to the ground.

[Bending the Body to Shoot the Tiger]

Relentlessly advancing.

The body as the bow, the fist as the arrow... All Qi and Blood boiled, the fist exploded through the air with thunderous resonance.

This move treated Chang Sansi as a tiger to be hunted.

A lion uses full force even against a rabbit.

Chen Ping knew the old fox’s tricks were many, with poorly pure intentions. Given he struck now, he aimed to leave no chances.

If a single punch could kill, then a single punch would suffice.

"Good fist technique."

Feeling the gust of fist wind, the Powerful Qi howled, Chang Sansi’s hair and clothes whipped fiercely back, a hint of fierce intent flashed deep in his eyes...

Not only did he not retreat, but he sank his waist, rooted a stable stance...

His body swayed with the wild wind, both hands held before his chest, mimicking holding a flower.

Ten fingers interlaced into bloom.

Flower-bending hand.

It wasn’t a flower being bent, but hands.

The third hand.

His hands crossed clearly, yet created an illusion of a third hand, the short sword within his sleeve silently cut towards Chen Ping’s right fist elbow.

Counterattack facing attack.

Risk countering risk.

He once used Soft Bone Fist and Flower-Bending Hand to withstand a full force strike from a master who opened the Third of the Extraordinary Meridians, without dying.

Feeling the crisis now, he relied on his most hidden abilities.

This was why he earned the name "Ghost Sword" in "Ghost Sword Scholar."

Stabbing unpredictably, as if wielding an extra hand.

"I’ve been guarding against this move of yours."

Chen Ping sneered, seemingly all-out striking, charging recklessly forward.

Actually, it was a bluff.

Stop whenever desired.

His figure paused, legs interlocked, body spun, pivoted to draw a circle.

His move traced the sleeve-hidden black short sword, circling behind Chang Sansi.

Simultaneously, he powered through with his shoulder and back, both hands forming Yin and Yang, heavily collided into Chang Sansi’s waist and hip.

[Overlord’s Farewell]

Thud...

A muffled sound.

Chang Sansi’s sword had just pierced forward but hadn’t shifted stance, when the left side of his body felt like being hit by a mad bull.

His body lost control, flying through clouds.

Bricks and soil of the surrounding wall tore like paper, exploded apart.

Amidst dust and smoke, debris flew wildly, Chang Sansi’s form slammed onto the street heavily, creating a pit.

He spat out a mouthful of blood upon opening his mouth, ignoring the startled cries around, and no longer called for his subordinates to aid.

He quickly bounced up from the ground, taking a deep breath, his muscles and bones slightly caved in from impact began to inflate like breathing, before he could pose, a sharp gust was already at his brow.

It was Chen Ping who pursued relentlessly like a shadow...

Feet moving like wading through mud, hands gliding softly like catching fish, softly reaching his face.

[Golden Threaded Eyebrow]

If this hit landed, Chang Sansi had no doubt, with the opponent’s strength and precise control, even if it didn’t peel off his skull, the bent ring finger and index finger would gouge out his two eyeballs.

"Such fierce methods."

Once attacking, it’s like a sudden storm, leaving no room to breathe.

Facing imminent danger, Chang Sansi hurriedly lifted his sword to the sky, shielding his chest.

His head tilted back with all his might, his body angled forty-five degrees to the ground, realizing there’s no escape from this calamity.

Yet, in face of the pursuing victory of Chen Ping, he suddenly backed off as if he saw a ghost.

His body swayed, leaving a trail of seven long afterimages.

Whoosh whoosh...

A series of sharp and fine sounds.

At Chen Ping’s original spot, suddenly appeared dozens of blue long-tailed needles.

A rain of needles shooting ten feet, before plunging into the ground slantly.